30 Day Challenge: Day Zes AND Pito

Day Zes:  A picture of something the makes you happy

Essentially every picture I post makes me happy in some way, shape, or form.  I'm so in love with everyone/thing in my life this is particularly hard for me to choose.  So I'm going to throw it old school really quick.  I'm cheating and choosing two.

Family time at Cool Beans

Tamara and me on the Late Nite T

These are some of my best friends from college.  We had a ridiculously good time.  They are some of the best people I've ever met ANNNND Tamara {in the bottom picture} will be coming to see me in November for the UT vs Memphis game!  I haven't seen her in years and I cannot explain to you my excitement.

moving on....

Day Pito:  Favorite Movie

I like lots of movies.  This day kind of bores me.  I'd rather read a book than watch a movie... unless it's a lifetime movie.  I love the bad acting.  I love the terrible story lines.  They are ridiculous and bring great joy to my heart.

It's the freakin' weekend

Happy Cooper Young Fest day!


5k:  Check
Shower: Check
Orange and white dress with orange sandals to support my team:  Double check
Breakfast:  Pronto pup (with mustard) and mimosas  - Don't judge me.  Don't even think about it.




ESPN College Game Day just predicted that Florida was going to win.  I hope they are WRONG.  


Go Vols!!!!


My mimosas is empty.  Time for another.

Allow me to reintroduce myself

Happy Labor Day, friends!


I'm not going to lie to you.  I'm not entirely sure why we got the day off and I know that I don't care too much.  So I suppose I should just thank the usual suspects?  Shout out to service men and women, George Washington, Martin Luther King Jr., all presidents, Jesus... and - Glenn Beck?  No... silly me.  Jesus isn't supposed to be in there.  Whatever.  God bless America?


Keeping it short this evening.  Would you like to see why sweet baby Jesus loves me and wants me to be happy? Two of my most favorite things in the entire world:  UT football and fucking Jay Z.  

My dance skills are on par with Rick Astley's

HAPPY MONDAY! In case you didn't know we are down to a mere FIVE days until it's once again FOOTBALL TIME IN TENNESSEE! YAHOOOOOOOO!

This is what happiness looks like.

Football season makes me happy.  So, incredibly happy.  I don't have any plans for the first game yet but I'm seriously toying with the idea of making orange jello shots, sitting on my couch by myself and eating said jello shots.  Then I'll probably run out into my street screaming like a maniac after each first down / interception / touchdown.  I imagine that I will probably be pants-less and wearing only a jersey.  This image would be a lot better if I had a helmet of any sorts.  Because this is what should happen if you sit and eat jello shots / watch football by yourself.

In other news, I am once again dually employed.  I'm going to be working part time at a bookstore.  (Hip, hip hooray for discounts!  Though my heart will always live deep in the stacks of the used book store.)  Yesterday was my first day.  And it was interesting, to say the least.  I got there at 3 and I got home around 11.  They close at 7.  Oh, that's right there was a store meeting.  On my first day?  I choked on my drink at one point and thought about not fighting it.  THAT interesting.  Maybe I would have been more engaged if I had known what the fuuuck they were talking about but I doubt it.  I did hear one of the funniest short convos ever, though.

Cashier:  Would you like to donate a children's book to the school we are sponsoring today?

College girl: Um... I don't have a book.

Cashier:  *looks around blankly* Well, we have children's books here.

Did I mention I work in a BOOK store?  Ay, ay, ay.  Some people truly amaze me.

I feel like I should share something with everyone.  I'm obsessed with reality TV.  Ob-freaking-sessed.  Last year I started watching this glorious show called Dating in the Dark.  Three boys and three girls meet in a blacked out room on a "group date" then they decide who they like and go on single dates with these whomever they deem worthy of their affection.  The majority of the show is terminally boring... until they get to see what the person looks like.  They don't immediately turn on the lights.  The other person can't see the others reaction.  And, typically, it is HILARIOUS.  There some unfortunate looking people on this show.  It's on right now.  I must go watch it.  


Hope everyone has a beautiful week.  Love you.  So does Rick Astley.  He told me.

I shot a man in Reno.

I'm kind of on edge this today... er... this week.  No?  This month?  Ok fine.  I have a short fuse.  I'd like to think I'm usually more calm, cool and collected.  Can we blame this on PMS?  Because that's what I'm going with... who cares if I've been using this excuse for the past decade?  I would suggest against challenging me on this.  Know who the real victims here are?  Boys.  Any boys.  All boys.  Before the clog wearing feminists ignite their sensible bras on fire with the same flame that set ablaze the nag champa, let me explain:  Sure they don't have to go through childbirth, they get paid more, blah, blah, blah.  But we are looking past something that must really suck: they have balls. (Or ball as the case may be... which may be more awkward than having two.  Who knows?)  I'd much rather have a baby then have balls.  PLUS when they have their panties in a wad for no apparent reason they can't blame it on PMS.  Even though I am relatively sure that several of the men I know actually do have periods.  And if they don't?  Well then they are just dick heads. And they have balls.  So they automatically lose.  


Speaking of men:  do you know what I find to be an offense punishable by at least one flick to your cash and prizes?  When people use the term "my man," or "my girl/woman," you get it...  I find this particularly irksome when someone you know well enough to recognize the significant other's real name.  We get it.  You are in a relationship.  Unless you are a 13 year still hanging out with your mom and dad on the weekend... or 43 years old still hanging out with your mom and dad on the weekend, there is no reason to use pet names, nick names, etc.  Real names people.  Thanks.


Did you know that it is a mere 22 days until UT football starts?  Do you know what else that means?  It's almost fall... here's a little taste of what I am most looking forward to about fall:

• First and foremost:

Football time in TENNESSEE!!!!!

• Red wine
• Hoodies
• Onesies
• Sitting on the front porch and not having a heat stroke
• Cooper Young Fest / House warming partaaaaaay
• Knee high boots
• Closed toe shoes
• Thanksgiving
• Of course it's not Thanksgiving without Super T

What are YOU looking forward to?


Until tomorrow, my loves.  Here is Johnny Cash.  That's it.


smooches.